I'm in a state of utter confusion, don't know what to read, what to write, what to do. I only know that I'm longing for something...

Paper is more patient than man.

I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.

Work, love, courage and hope,Make me good and help me cope!

The art of living. Isn't that a funny expression?

It’s an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary; not only because I have never done so before, but because it seems to me that neither I — nor for that matter anyone else — will be interested in the unbosomings of a 13-year-old schoolgirl. Still, what does that matter? I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.

Nem, látszólag mindenem megvan, kivéve, hogy nincs barátnőm. Pajtásaimmal szórakozni szoktam, de csak hétköznapi dolgokról esik szó közöttünk. Baj, hogy senki iránt se melegszem fel. Lehet, hogy bennem van a hiba, amiért nincs bizalmas barátom. Ez biztosan így van, sajnos, nem tudok rajta változtatni.

When I write I can shake off all my cares. My sorrow disappears, my spirits are revived.

I can recapture everything when I write, my thoughts, my ideals and my fantasies.